The Karma Sound
Bluelighter
A Mystic Time
Celtic sounds play, as I dream of those times.
A natural desire to stand with the trees.
Where the lillies and hollows are alive.
My eyes are truly open. I feel the true existance.
The pulse of higher conciousness, song of birds.
I see her hair, waving, streaming in dance with the wind.
For her, I have longed in this life of reminess.
Nothing spoken. The moment is sound.
In this dark heir, she whispers to the deaf.
The green of life, reflecting her white skin.
The trees hold much wisdom. They have seen much.
Where I would sit, nature's hospitality.
The smell is sweeter, where it grows.
Berries of the spring air, simple kisses.
Of that tree which bears candy to it's kindred.
Time has become illusion.
Absolute comfort in the moment. I breath the mystic air.
The wild and the tamed have come in peace.
Loss of fear. Alone, I stand in the forest.
I have forgotten that I ever left this place.
Being here, I have realized that nothing matters.
This exists. I am real. I breath in all of space.
This mystic dawn is here in me.
Where the mist on each leaf reflects everything.
The true conciousness. The spirit has awakened!
No limitations. I gaze at the bird, and with her I fly.
I want to fly, so I fly. I glide and see it all.
This is what it really is. This.
-Ramayana/20
Celtic sounds play, as I dream of those times.
A natural desire to stand with the trees.
Where the lillies and hollows are alive.
My eyes are truly open. I feel the true existance.
The pulse of higher conciousness, song of birds.
I see her hair, waving, streaming in dance with the wind.
For her, I have longed in this life of reminess.
Nothing spoken. The moment is sound.
In this dark heir, she whispers to the deaf.
The green of life, reflecting her white skin.
The trees hold much wisdom. They have seen much.
Where I would sit, nature's hospitality.
The smell is sweeter, where it grows.
Berries of the spring air, simple kisses.
Of that tree which bears candy to it's kindred.
Time has become illusion.
Absolute comfort in the moment. I breath the mystic air.
The wild and the tamed have come in peace.
Loss of fear. Alone, I stand in the forest.
I have forgotten that I ever left this place.
Being here, I have realized that nothing matters.
This exists. I am real. I breath in all of space.
This mystic dawn is here in me.
Where the mist on each leaf reflects everything.
The true conciousness. The spirit has awakened!
No limitations. I gaze at the bird, and with her I fly.
I want to fly, so I fly. I glide and see it all.
This is what it really is. This.
-Ramayana/20
